The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

"Only the prince knows this question. Although each of us has seen the prince, the prince has been tight-lipped about the next goal. But I believe that war is coming soon. Because of the encouragement and reward of the prince. For each of us, this is precisely to inspire our enthusiasm for the defense of the country and the enemy. So Chechen, don’t guess at this time. Even if the prince decides to fight the Swedes first, we and Tsarist Russia are also deadly enemies. After playing the Swedes, it's the Russians' turn," Mihavu said.

"Well, I see. Thank you, Mihawu." Cheechen thanked him after hearing Mihawu's words, but his mood was not very high.

At this time, Piedro and the others arrived at the tavern. As soon as he saw Cheorchen, Pidro rushed up and hugged Cheorchen in his arms.

"My poor nephew, do you know how much I miss you these past few days?" Piedro howled.

And Cheerchen, who was hugged by Pedro and out of breath, almost laughed when he saw Fedot and others standing at the gate watching his "suffering" through Pedro's shoulder.

"These guys." Cheer Chen was also happy when he looked at the long-lost guys.

After a long time, Pidro might also be tired, and he finally let go of Cheerchen.

"Uncle, come to a bar." Cheerchen handed his glass of wine to Pidro. He knew that as long as Uncle Piedro held the glass, he wouldn't be free to hug himself.

Sure enough, Pidro took the glass and began to slurp up.

Taking advantage of this effort, Cheerchen left his seat and came to everyone's side.

"Everyone, you have worked hard these days when I'm away."

"It's not hard."

"It's not hard."

When other people heard Cheerchen say this, they all said modestly.

"Head, I'm sorry for you."

And Fedot took a step forward, crying and apologized to Cheorjin. Most of the people who left the mercenary group were Fedot's musketeers. So Fedot felt that he was ashamed of Cheerchen's trust in him.

"It's not your fault, Fedot."

After listening to Fedot's story, Cheerchen comforted Fedot in turn.

Cheerchen was very open to the loss of mercenaries. The mercenary group suddenly experienced great changes, and it was inevitable that people's hearts would fluctuate. Although Fedot was superb marksmanship, he was not the material for a commander.

"The mercenaries are scattered, we can recruit again. I believe that with your ability, you can train a group of sharpshooters in less than a month. But you can never leave me when I am behind bars, it is me. The most touching."

Cheerchen's words made Fedot moved secretly and wiped out tears.

Chechen walked to Father Spasokukotsky again.

"Father, thank you."

Cheerchen knew that the mercenary group could keep half of them, and Father Spasokukotsky made a lot of effort.

"Child, don't need to thank you. This is God's reward for your kindness." Father Spasokukotsky put a cross on his chest and said with a smile.

Cheerchen walked up to Fatima again. Just as he was about to speak, Anjay yelled impatiently over there.

"Chechen, it's a man, don't ink there. Come over and drink."

"Head, go quickly. Don't let the Lord Anjay underestimate you." Fatima said.

So Cheerchen returned to his seat, and the others pulled a large table next to him and put them together.

The guy in the tavern quickly served the food. From roast duck, sausages to shiitake clam soup, there is everything.

It has been a long time since the head of the regiment entered the prison. On the wine table there was Pidro, a juggernaut who was good at gagging, and the atmosphere in the pub was unusually lively for a while. Especially when Cheerchen told everyone that Prince Yanush put the mercenary group into the establishment of the Guards, this news pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.

At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

From the very beginning, Anjay had said that the tavern had been packaged, but now that he saw other drinkers coming in, he was immediately unhappy.

Anjay put down his glass and was about to reprimand the young man and the visitor, but he suddenly discovered that two of the three people who came in were actually Swedes.

This has to say how Anjay recognized the two Swedes at a glance, and also talked about the clothes of the two. The lower bodies of the two people who came were wearing bloomers, and bloomers were exactly what the Swedes used to wear. In addition, the triangular eyes are wearing traditional Polish costumes.

Since Sweden invaded Poland, the Swedes who had been doing business in Miatelsk have long since escaped. It's really strange that there are two Swedes at this moment.

Anjay touched Mihau with his elbow and motioned Mihau to look at the door with his eyes.

Mihau followed Anjay's eyes and looked over, and he also recognized the two people as Swedes.

The two Swedes didn't know that they were being stared at, and they sat down without anyone else.

"Boss, bread and wine."

Shouted the guy who accompanied the two Swedes.

"Mihavu, I will teach them."

Angry that the Swedes invaded their homeland, seeing that they dared to come to the hotel to drink. Suddenly, Anjay stood up and walked to the wine rack and picked up a bottle of wine and walked to the Swede's side and patted one of them on the shoulder~www.readwn.com~ The person was a little baffled when he saw someone patted himself on the shoulder. As soon as he turned his head and looked up, the wine bottle in Anjay's hand had already fallen down and his face was showered.

"I let you drink!" Anjay yelled while drinking.

This move not only caught the two Swedes by surprise, but also baffled Cheerchen and other members of the mercenary group. They did not see the identity of the two Swedes.

The wine in the bottle quickly emptied. The two Swedes jumped up and drew the long swords from their waists. They want to give Anjay a good look.

How could Mihaou watch Anjay suffer, he also pulled out the saber from his waist and stepped forward to help Anjay.

So, while Cheerchen and others were still unclear about their situation, Anjay and Mihau caught up with the two Swedes and killed them.

Speaking of fighting, the two Swedes would not be Anjay's opponents even if added together, not to mention that there is now a "little man" knight with outstanding swordsmanship. Soon, the two fell in love. There were more scratches on their clothes, and their hats fell to the ground, and they were guessed by eight feet.

After struggling for another three or four rounds, Mihau's saber slapped the back of one of them's hands, and the long sword fell to the ground under the pain. Almost at the same time, Anjay's knife slashed on the head of another Swede, causing his head to split like a watermelon with a scoop.

"Gosh, look at the good things you do!"

The triangular eyes that accompanied the two Swedes saw life out, and screamed to make Anjay look good.

"These two are the envoys sent by the King of Sweden, Mr. Karl Lebenhaupt's attendants. No matter whose soldiers you are, His Royal Highness will not let you go."